fine whine

Today sits squarely in the middle of a three day work week for me. I only get some seventeen days (136 hours, actually) of paid time off, and while that sounds like quite a bit (three work weeks plus two days) that comprises my vacation, sick and personal time for the whole year.

I don't get sick very often, though, so I tend to have a lot of days to burn around late fall, and such is the case for me this year. I took two days off last week to hang out over in Hueston Woods with Jessica for basically her only vacation for some time, and I won't be working another four or five day week until the one that bridges November and December, in which I am skipping that Monday to hopefully finish up my novel.

I don't really like taking these days off, though, since I tend to accomplish little at home and end up needing to do extra work to catch up for my absence when I return. Too bad we don't have the option of cashing in on our PTO and getting paid for the time, instead of getting the time itself. I doubt they'd do that, though, since the majority of people here, sad to say, would take them up on it wholeheartedly.